All my verse while somewhat terse is rated Everyone, so no more links to little dinks goodbye ‘rising’ sun. ***In an attempt to stop my blog from being used as a portal to Japanese porn I have eliminated the poem 'Poised' from the archives.***

When things are going well we seldom offer thanks but when they go to hell we scramble for those planks and crawl about on bended knee proffering a pathetic plea— it isn’t God or life that causes our chagrin existence is a knife on which we all...

I gaze at my mask in the mirror employing the eyeholes to see and realize I am no nearer the person beneath that is me the being I’m anxious to be a vessel immune to resentment with courage enough to forgive the demons that hinder contentment and...

We breed our beasts with ample flesh so all our feasts expand our waste as meat that fresh insists we taste; each unctuous bite we choose to take dispels delight when shrinkage cuts away the ache of missing guts.

He really doesn’t care what other folk think he just doesn’t care and won’t even blink at the thought that someone cross with him may want to make a stink or nudge him towards the brink— he’s swayed there long enough to understand the...